What's the most snobbish thing you've heard out loud?

[Applescruffle]

Online doesn't count. It has to be something said in person.

Here's mine, from two separate people:

"The house was perfect, but if I'm paying that much for it, I don't want to have to drive through a council estate to get there".

"We looked round (school) and it was our favourite, but there's so many council houses round that area so he would just have too many council estate kids in his class with him"

“I don’t want DD being friends with X, have you seen where she lives?”

Said to me by a Mum about a girl who lives in the council houses. I grew up in those same houses - and so did she! We now both live in the ‘nicer’ part of the town and she likes to completely ignore her own background.

I was saying to my friend l was thinking of going to Harvester for dinner one day and she said "People with en suites don't eat in Harvesters" l do believe en suites are two a penny, no?!

‘I wouldn’t send my rescue cat to a Harris school’. Good point etc.

Overheard on a bus . . .

"No, no, no ~ my DD doesn't sing in a choir, she's a MEMBER of the CHORAL SOCIETY"

"It's surprisingly adequate for a municipal facility." About a (very good!) council-run swimming pool.

An elderly neighbour, telling me that although her dd had passed the 11 plus (local grammar is one of the academically top rated in the country) she had sent her to a local independent senior school (to be fair, also highly academic) because, ‘…I couldn’t possibly send her to a council school!’

Just after my friend was made redundant and has split from her husband. She was quite frankly skint.

our friend (who I have withdrawn from since)

we were sat around a table having lunch to cheer her up and she randomly made a comment about her husband job and in these exact words said ‘we just have so much money we don’t know what to do with it’

gobsmacked.

I recall once reading an article in Hello magazine. It was a 'life at home with' sort of thing and the woman they were interviewing said she 'lived on the Chelsea/Fulham borders'

In other words... Fulham.

But my parents have a friend who is also a bit like that. She had a new house that she was proudly said was in [very expensive] area. When they went to visit her they could not input the address into the satnav (where they live abroad they don't use post codes like we do.. you input the whole address). It kept saying the address could not be found. Finally they twigged and put in the name of the street with [less fancy area nearby] as the town. Bingo. That was her address.

I can assure you that you wouldn't find anything of the sort in my spending habits. I'm not claiming that I never buy full price things because I sometimes do, but only those I couldn't find on sale or second hand. I never buy new jewellery and haven't done for years, and I rarely buy new furniture. I gain pleasure from buying things, NOT from buying them at full price. In fact I gain far more pleasure from buying something at a bargain price. My most recent three purchases were a second hand jumper (which is still being sold by the shop at full price), a second hand top, and a skirt on sale price. Last year I bought a fabulous new coat and a massively reduced price - there is no way I would have paid full price for it. Surely you can understand that, recognised sales psychology or not, some people do not fall for it.

I was younger and naive and stayed friendly with her after for a while, thought something wrong with me, wanted to prove I wasn't uneducated in things. I look back now and think what was I thinking?

This was 20+ years ago, but when I was 16 and working as a waitress at a very fancy hotel. I used to make polite small talk and make the guests feel welcome when taking their dinner orders, just things like "I hope you are enjoying your stay with us" nothing intrusive or annoying. The restaurant was silver service and very fancy so we had standards to abide by. A couple came into the restaurant and they were clearly "new money". The wife of the couple I was waiting on was very polite and told me she was enjoying the stay and the history of the hotel. The husband only spoke to me to place his order. As I was walking away, he said to his wife loud enough for me to hear "I don't understand why you always feel the need to converse with the help"

TBH it’s never occurred to me to wonder what anyone thinks of our re-used bags. Our collection includes Asda, Sainsbury’s, M&S and Waitrose, but mostly Asda, since that’s the closest and where I do most of the food shop.

I haven’t seen it, but isn’t it set in a stately home? These people weren’t aristocrats. Friends’ parents were upper-middle. The retro-Sloanes were the types to shag their way through the smarter regiments and go to balls at Cirencester with well-born types set to inherit large estates.

This one still makes me wonder whether this is a common feeling!

A TV journalist outside a small block of flats where something dire had happened, asking a young woman whether she lived in the flats, and if so, how was she feeling.

Young woman: ‘It’s not a flat - it’s an APARTMENT!’

I never said she was a she, or that she was my friend, or that she is under ant impression that I like her. It could have been a random person in the street going by my post.

I don't like you much though.

When my husband went to university, he joined a sports team and one of his teammate said, "but your accent is so... how did you even get the grades to come to this university?" Meanwhile the teammate would brag about how his private school teachers would cheat for them in their coursework.

That would matter to me - if he had pretended it was real.

I don't care about the stone but lying is a red flag.

Some of these are actually very funny, I would say this, but obviously it’s a joke! It’s very Hyacinth Bucket. Many of these are said in total jest, not genuine snobbery.

I lived on a council estate in the 80s. It was idyllic. Surrounded by woods on one side and the beach on the other. All the neighbours knew each other going back generations. They all looked after their houses and each other, so different to now. I hate snobbery but equally I've heard terrible inverted snobbery.

When I was a cleaner (university holidays) I managed (shock horror) to match the numbered antique seats back into the right numbered antique chairs without being told. The house owner’s daughter was visiting and noticed while I was doing it and said “oh this one (cleaner) has got a brain!”.

Thank you, beautifully put. The irony on a thread about unpleasant snobs 😂

Further to the earlier post about whether or not you went to university; my husband’s boss invited us to their home for Sunday lunch. They lived in a beautiful Victorian house in a naice area and the decor was very tasteful. The wife was a bit of a bohemian, relaxed and welcoming and we seemed to click straightaway, despite her being more than a decade older than me (I was only about 23 and at that point, hadn’t really socialised with anyone older). We had lunch and were all chatting away until the subject of which uni we’d attended and which subject we’d taken came up. Hostess asked where I had studied and I replied that I hadn’t gone to university.
Her demeanour changed immediately and she didn’t say another word to me the rest of the time we were there. I got the impression she didn’t even want to serve dessert! Host was plainly embarrassed and tried to be jolly, but it was obvious that his wife didn’t want to entertain someone who’d only been to art college!

Heard on mumsnet:

What is even more ghastly are people who get on a plane and eat and drink all around them just to get their money's worth.

I was a single parent in the late 90s - into the 2000s. 'Friend' who I had met when I was at ante natal classes moved from our new build ,young family- heavy estate to Painswick ( Cotswold village. Very beautiful, very expensive). She invited us to her sons birthday party. Two things happened....
We walked in and my sons went to find the birthday child. I went into the kitchen area. There was my 'friend' with her shiny new friends. She rushed over, gave me a theatrical hug and introduced me as her 'single parent friend from X place'. Wow, cheers. It was done to 'place' me and to indicate that she liked to gather up the poor and save us from ourselves. Nobody spoke to me.
I went to sit down and her husband came and sat next to me. I explained that I had just come from work. " Oh what do you do?" he said,in a weird echo of the late Duke of Edinburgh . " I'm a Primary School teacher". " Oh I thought you were on benefits " . I didn't see her again for 10 years.

Unfortunately I didnt hear this one I actually said it - but it came out wrong.
At a Toddler group a couple of ladies came in from Surestart and were speaking to some of us Mums. One said to me that I could come to one of the centres if I wanted to - to which I replied "well I don't think they are for people like ME"
I thought they were for people who needed help with benefits or DV or similar but I must have sounded like a proper snobby twat, especially since I done't have the local accent here so am generally percieved to be a bit posh (I'm not)